Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe. There's no way I can torture millions of viewers like they can.
A/N: I felt bad for the guy… So I wrote a fic about it. Sound familiar? Please review! Reviews will determine just how far I will take it!
Everything's in its Right Place
Lincoln moved closer to her, tenderly approaching her as he dropped the paperwork in his hands. He let the case file drop to the floor and scatter as he held both her arms, getting her to look him in the eye.
"Everything's gonna be fine, Liv." He whispered, leaning his head down close to hers. It painfully reminded her so much of her partner, the Lincoln she had fallen in love with; he was her partner, her best friend, her rock, and almost her lover.
She stood still, her tough exterior slowly melting away each passing moment since the agent told her the news. She couldn't look at him; he looked exactly like him, and it was almost too much for her to take.
"Liv, look at me."
She couldn't. Her body was shaking and she couldn't look at him right now. Not right now. She was too fragile, for once, to allow herself to think these things—this was not her Lincoln.
"Please, Liv. Please look at me." Lincoln begged her, tears streaming down his own face, provoking her own tears to finally fall from her eyes. She pinched her eyelids closed and turned away from Lincoln.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice shaking too. "I—"
Lincoln cut her off with a kiss to the cheek, a chaste, sweet promise that everything's going to be fine. But Liv turned to finally face him; her wet, hazel eyes searching Lincoln's bespectacled blue eyes.
"Why do you care so much?" she said, barely a whisper.
"It seems that the fates have played a cruel trick on both of us."
"What do you mean?" she breathed.
"My Olivia let me fall in love with her, but then cast me aside for Peter Bishop instead, and your Lincoln loved you, but was taken from you. …It seems that everything had to hurt us before we found ourselves in the right place."
Liv gently touched his cheek, making his eyes flutter shut, and leaned closer to return his gentle kiss.
"I'll wait… as long as you need to take," Lincoln began before being hushed by Liv's lips on his again.
"I think I've needed you all along," she whispered, kissing him lightly and bringing him closer. "Stay with me please?" she asked, her voice sounded small like a child's.